[She downs the rest of her whiskey before placing the empty glass on the table. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.]

Wanna go shoot some shit? Or destroy something? [Her tone switches half-way through asking, finally taking notice of the ... changes that Daryl seems to be going through. What. The. Fuck? She shouldn't be surprised, given everything else that happens here, but .. uh. This wasn't what she was expecting.] Or, uh. Do I need to cage you up or something so you don't claw my fucking face off?